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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YO RKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AMD FAMILY NEWSPAPER, 
lUdiaL 
Written for the Rural New-Yorker. 
. “GENE.” 
Loose among my-heart’s old pictures 
Lies full many a treasured scene; 
Most among them one I cherish 
Of the boy we nick-named—“G ene.” 
Only ten of his bright summer's 
Had he given to the past, 
Giv'n as showers give back the rainbows 
Made too beautiful to last. 
Only ten;—the clouds I fancied 
Gathering above his fate, 
May dissolved be in sunshine 
Streaming now front pleasure’s gate; 
Or the star that leads him onward, 
May be one of heavens’ bright lights 
Gleaming out upon the way side, 
To restore a wanderer's sight; 
Perchance some simple bud or flower, 
He has analyzed to find, 
Folded in its close recesses 
Proofs of a creating mind. 
Often times I lose the present, 
In the earnestness of thought; 
Wondering to him, what changes 
All these added years have brought: 
Thinking if upon that white brow 
Any care lias left its trace, 
Not a print upon the snow-drift 
Finds a fairer resting place; 
Or if any tear has trembled 
In his penitential eye, 
Not a shower that falls in summer 
Ever dims a purer sky. 
Often, over the dear pages 
Where I sketched the golden days, 
And loved hands upon their margins 
Left their pencil-marks of praise, 
I am saying, “lost forever;” 
If the hours were but as dreams 
Soon would he my painted visions 
Of the flower-loving “ Gene 
But they’re of the past ; not future, 
Nor are they in slumbers made; 
And in differing from dreamings 
They will never—never fade. 
So among my heart's old pictures 
Lies full many a treasured scene; 
Most among them this I cherish 
Of the boy we nick-named—“ Gene.” 
Victor, N. Y., 1853. PL C. W. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
CBOSS LOTS. 
A SCHOOL - DAY REMINISCENCE. 
BY MRS. S. WEBSTER LLOYD. 
I relieve there is an inherent propensity 
in children of both genders, to endeavor on 
all possible and impossible occasions, to 
leave the beaten track for the footpath; 
and whorever their footsteps may tend, the 
plain wagon road is forsaken in order to 
scale fences and leap brooks—to climb hills, 
thread cornfields, and cross ravines—and 
the juveniles vote themselves gainers, if 
perchance, by all their extra exertion, a 
fraction in distance happens to be saved. 
At least, I know that to have been the case 
with the race of children with whom I was 
contemporary: and we but walked in the 
footsteps “ of our illustrious predecessors/’ 
for the path over the hills had “come down 
to us from a former generation,” and was 
well worn when our infant feet first tried 
its stoop ascent, hanging upon the hand of 
an elder brother or sister. 
I wish, kind readers of the Rural, you 
could but seo the hills wo used to climb on 
our way to tho District School, and that too 
when a good wagon road, following the 
stream, was nearly level, and only a trifle 
farther. But cross lots was decidedly tho 
passion of us all, and woe to tho poor 
urchins whoso careful mama’s commands 
compelled them to go round. It makes my 
feet ache now, when I think of our cross 
path; and often, since grown to womanhood, 
I have scanned tho almost perpendicular 
ascent, and wondered how, for years, we 
could go up and down such hills, running, 
scampering, frolicking over them, as if wo 
were doing it all for fun, as indeed wo were. 
Even the School-master, when his turn of 
boarding round sent him our way, was led 
over them; it was a sort of test by which to 
try his mottle, and when one refused to 
struggle up and down our well-worn path, 
we looked contemptuously upon him ever 
after. Tho Schoolma am was not expected 
to perform tho ponance, but when each 
mother’s child had in turn conducted her 
home on her introductory night, she was 
left to her solitary walk, for our road was 
over the hills, and this was the order of 
march : Up tho hill hack of Grand’ther 
Johnsons, (as an old Revolutionary soldier 
was styled among us,) tho ascent being as 
steep as tho roof of his own house; across 
the old Indian burying ground, and down a 
corresponding hill, at tho foot of which ran 
a brook which we had bridged, or rather 
which our predecessors had bridged before 
our time, with large stepping stones — then 
up another hill, across a tillable piece of 
land, and down into the gully behind the 
School-house, where ran another brook, 
and where a spring bubbled up beneath an 
old beech troo. This hollow, and both tho 
hills, were wooded, not thickly, but with 
large oaks and maples, and were our play 
ground. Tho girls built houses of moss at 
( the roots of the trees, or united with the 
boys in playing “ I spy ” from behind their 
trunks. 
My purpose is not so much, however, to 
make the reader acquainted with our path¬ 
way, as to relate an incident connected 
therewith, which has so often excited my 
risiblos that I cannot refrain from giving it 
publicity, in order to get it olf my mind, or 
in other words, to exorcise that ono re¬ 
membrance, that I may have chanco to 
dwell upon happier and less ludicrous 
scenes. 
It was at tho close of our long winter 
session, and just at the time of early spring, 
when tho melting of tho snow had made the 
cross-lot path almost impassable, that our 
last spelling school was appointed. They 
had been very much in vogue during the 
winter, and were a great treat, not only to 
us scholars, but to tho young lads and lasses 
of the village generally, who made a practico 
of attending; and there was a fair sprink¬ 
ling of love-making to give a zest to tho en¬ 
tertainment. All wore required to join tho 
spellers, however, and a little tact in choos¬ 
ers and chosen would seldom fail to bring 
about a happy arrangement among all par¬ 
ties. Among tho steady attendants of our 
spelling schools were a pair of lovers, in 
whom I took particular interest— Lysander 
Treat, tho Miller’s apprentice, and pretty 
Abbie Wing, one of the operatives in the 
Woolen Factory. Lysander was a great 
favorite of mine. He belonged to tho gen¬ 
eration of boys immediately preceding the 
prosont race of big boys, and had many a 
time helped me up the steep hills, or made 
intermediate tracts between those of my 
eldest brother (at this time a printer’s ap¬ 
prentice) in tho unpathed snow, to accom¬ 
modate my shorter footsteps ; and besides, 
I loved gontlo Abbie Wing. She was a fair, 
slight girl, of happy temper, winning man¬ 
ners, and gi-aceful carriago, and might have 
been a coquette among our little society, for 
she was very generally admired, only sho 
was too modost and retiring; and besides, 
Lysander had monopolized her when she 
first came into our neighborhood. Ilowbeit, 
on this particular evening Lysander was 
thrown into tho back-ground by a nephew 
of the teacher, an assistant in the County 
Clerk’s office, who was on a visit there, and 
who had been very attentive to Abbie tho 
two or three times they had happened to 
meet; to say truth, Abbie did seem a little 
proud of the young clork’s admiration, and 
no ways sorry for poor Lysander’s evident 
chagrin. I was at this time just coming 
thirteen, very tall, and very thick-set, and 
very shapeless for my age; and though, 
from constant practice, I could climb the 
most slippery hill, or jump a brook one and 
a half my length, I was anything but sylph- 
like. I was not old enough or pretty 
enough to have a lover of my own, but I 
could fully sympathize with those who had. 
Especially I delighted in the affair between 
Abbie and Lysander, and had aided not a 
little in fanning the spark to a flame ; and 
now I felt great sympathy for him, and 
great indignation for her and Herbert' 
Simons, and longed to check their intimacy. 
At last I thought my time had come, when 
Patty A. and myself took our places at the 
head of the two long sido seats, as choosers. 
Tho first choice was mine— “Lysander 
Treat !” said I, very loud and plain.— 
“Abbie Wing!” Patty immediately ex¬ 
claimed, and the persons we had chosen 
took their places beside us respectively. It 
was bad generalship on my part, as I ought 
to have chosen Abbie first; for she was an 
unerring speller, while Lysander was only 
respectable. Then I chose again, and was 
again injudicious, for Patty immediately 
said, “ Hubert Simons ! ” (Lysander de¬ 
clared Abbie whispered her to do so ;) and 
again the clerk sat beside Abbie — tho very 
arrangement I had determined to defeat, 
and had only my own awkwardness to 
blame; for if I had chosen Abbie first, I 
would not have been obliged to chose the 
clerk, even if I could not have got Lysan¬ 
der. But there was no helping it now ; the 
former sat beside Abbie, and more than that, 
as one sido had the first choice and the 
other tho first spelling, Simons caught all 
tho words missed by poor Lysander, whoso 
very vexation at tho evident triumph of his 
rival, made him blunder when ho knew the 
right. Tho half hour’s trial, however, came 
to an end. I was beaten, of course, and the 
whole five words that I was declared in 
arrear, besides two that were offset, had 
beon lost by poor Lysander, as the clerk 
exultingly explained. 
“Now you may spell down,” said tho 
teacher; and the wholo school arose. Our 
plan was to spell from sido to sido alter¬ 
nately, so that if ono party was roduced to 
a single representative, while tho opposite 
boasted half a dozen, ho must tako his turn 
against them all, to wit: spoiling against 
each ono in succession. Tho trial began, 
and the first round thinned the ranks on 
both sides, especially towards tho foot, 
whore tho indifferent spellers were located. 
A second and a.third told upon our num¬ 
bers and mowed down our ranks; a fourth, 
fifth and six, and Patty, Abbie, and the 
clerk alone remained, while my men num¬ 
bered eight. Whether it was that Lysan¬ 
der’s vexation had at last quickened his 
ideas, I do not know ; but he spelt now ad¬ 
mirably, and as I had missed long before, he 
stood at tho head. “Now,” said tho teach¬ 
er, “I will pronounce this word as you are in 
tho habit of doing, and see who can spell it.” 
“ Popooso !” 
Tho sixth speller on my sido tried,—“ p- 
o-p pop o-u-s-c, popouse.” 
“Next,” said tho teacher, and Patty 
spelt,—“ p-o-p pop o-o-s-o, popooso.” 
“Next,”—“p-o-p pop o-o-u-s-e, popoouse,” 
said my seventh. 
“ Next,”— Abbie thought a minute,—“p-o- 
o-p pop o-u-s-e popouse.” 
“Next,”—“p-o-p pop o-us.” 
“Noxt.” We waited for the clerk, who 
said hesitatingly,—“ p-o-o-p pop o-u-s-e.— 
Then the master laughed, and said 
“ Next.” It was Lysarder’s turn,—“ p- 
a-p pap p-o-o-s-o pooso, pappoose,” came 
loud and plain. “Right,” said tho teacher; 
and tho victory this time was ours. A 
clear victory, with five men left. How glo¬ 
riously Lysander spelled then, until tho 
master’s patience was exhausted, and the 
hardest and most difficult words wero se¬ 
lected ; finally ho was down last of all, and 
tho school broke up. 
Wo always went homo in a flock, and this 
night it was absolutely necessary wo should 
do so, in order to have tho benefit of tho 
lantern lights, there being but two in tho 
company. Wo got along pretty well, con¬ 
sidering tho melting snow, the clay mud, 
and a strong south wind ahoad, all of which 
would havo made our path none of the 
easiest, even by daylight, until we came to 
the last brook, now swollen far boyond its 
banks, where the light in the tin lantern 
went out. 
“Let me light it by yours,-J ames,” said 
the boy who carried it. 
“No, mine will go out too,” roplied James. 
“ No it wont; turn your back to the wind, 
and you can take out the lamp while I light 
my candle.” 
But the moment tho wick lost tho shelter 
of the glass globe, the wind struck it, and in 
a twinkling wo wero in total darkness, with 
tho brook uncrossed, and a hill, long and 
steep, and slippery, (for it had began to 
freeze,) to ascend and descend between us 
and home. 
“Wo must carry tho girls over; I don’t 
think wo shall go over our boots if wo man- 
ago to step across tho bed of tho stream;” 
and setting tho example, tho teacher lifted 
ono of the largest girls, and sot her safely 
on tho other side. 
Abbie was standing close bosido mo, but 
sho disappeared in the darkness just as some 
ono said very gallantly, “Let me lift you 
over,” and tho slender village clork, whom 
I could easily have carried half a miio, put 
his arm around my waist, and staggering 
under his burden managed to roach the 
opposite shore in safety, only to set mo 
down above my stockings, (I had almost said 
above my knees, which is the truth,) in 
water ; there being a deep holo just below 
our crossing, from which tho roots of a 
giant oak had been upturned by the wind, 
and which was now full of half-melted snow. 
Whether ho know of tho accident or not, I 
could not say, but ho immediately deserted 
me, having probably found my bulky figure 
a somewhat different weight from the deli¬ 
cate ono ho thought to have protected. 
How I got out I never knew, but unless 
I live to bo frozen I novel’ expect to bo 
colder, and I was striving to rejoin the rest 
of the party as fast as my chilled limbs and 
tho rough nature of the ground would per¬ 
mit, when an arm that had many a time 
assisted mo up tho same steep hill, was put 
around me, and Lysander said indignantly : 
“He has been a perfect nuisance to you 
and mo all the evening, Sophy ! but you 
keep my counsel and 1 will yours; that is 
if tho cold you will get don’t kill you !” 
“How did you know he sot mo in tho 
water ?” 
“ I was watching to seo if ho had Abbie.” 
“ And where is Abbie ?” 
“ I don’t know. She is not with tho oth¬ 
ers as I can find; and I camo back to seo if 
sho had been left, as well as to help you 
over, for I saw he had deserted you.” 
I called Abbie ; but as no ono answered, 
I concluded sho must be ahoad, and told 
him so; indeod, when I remomberod how 
suddonly she had beon taken from beside 
mo, a glimpse of tho truth flashed cross my 
mind. A roguish brother of my own, a 
perfect Handy Andy for mischief, had 
caught her just as Simons camo up, and 
jumping nimbly across tho brook in the 
darkness, had hurried her on far in advance 
of tho rest. Simons had, in consequence, 
caught mo by mistake, much to the discom¬ 
fort of both. Abbie’s self-appointed beau 
saw her safo homo, and then overtook ns 
beforo we had reached ours; and clapping 
Lysander on tho back, said : 
“ I havo done you good service to-night, 
Lysander ; and if you let that little whiper- 
snapper como around Abbie any more, you 
ought to lose her.” 
“ Then you carried Abbie across ?” 
“ To bo sure I did; I seized her just as 
the clerk got to her side.” 
“And ho seized mo,” I interposed, “and 
sot me down in tho holo where tho old tree 
has been turned out, in two feet of water.” 
“Fury! why Sophy you will get your 
death cold !” 
But I did not get cold easily in my girl¬ 
hood ; and thanks to good health, do net 
yet; and I camo off unscathed. 
Simons went tho next evening to call on 
Abbie, and had just turned up the steps, 
when that same brother of mino happened 
to be passing. 
“ Going to seo how Abbie stands tho 
ducking you gave her last oyening ?” in¬ 
quired the latter sarcastically.” 
“Sho wasn’t the girl I carried across the 
brook !” remarked Simons. 
“ Wasn’t sho though ! and tho girl you 
ran off and loft in the water, too ! I heard 
her and Lysander laughing about it on 
their way homo.” 
“ It can’t be ! Abbie is not such a dump 
of a girl as that! I carried Sophy by mis¬ 
take.” 
“ Ye3, but Abbie was closo besido Sophy, 
and you carried both , though you only set 
Abbie in tho water !” 
“ Well, 1 thought no ono girl could bo so 
heavy. I had a good tug of it, at any rate.” 
“ And Lysano’ had a nico walk homo af¬ 
ter you went on and left the girls.” 
“ Toll mo, honestly,” said tho chagrined 
clerk, “ has the story got wind ?” 
“No,— Abbie feels fiat enough over it; 
for, to tell you tho truth, sho was mightly 
taken with you; and Lysander agreed to 
keep it still on condition that she should 
mitten you.” 
Tho next morning Simons vacated, and as 
Abbie never hoard from him again, sho 
grow vory penitent towards Lysander, who 
was only too glad to bo received again into 
favor, and was never afterwards repelled. 
He never knew, however, the second service 
rendered him, and he is now living happily 
with Abbie, with half a dozen juveniles 
around them. 
I have soon the clerk but onco since then. 
I met him in tho streets of Buffaio, with a 
wife upon his arm, a woman twice and a 
half my weight, to speak within bounds. I 
laughed when I thought of spring brooks, 
and wondered if Mr. Simons could carry 
his lady across any easier than ho carried 
Abbie and me ! 
Young America. —“ My son,” said a doat- 
ing father who was about taking his son in¬ 
to business, “ what shall bo tho style of the 
new firm ?” 
“Well, governor,” said tho ono-and-twen- 
ty youth, looking up in the heavens to find 
an answer, “ 1 don’t know, but suppose wo 
have it ‘John II. Samplin and father.’”— 
Tho old gentleman was struck with the 
originality of tho idea, but could not adopt 
it. 
The editor of a western paper says:—“We 
witnessed two important days while in 
Washington. The first was tho fourth of 
March, and tho other was March forth .— 
Tho first was most interesting—tho latter 
the most solemn.” 
“Mister, how do you soil beef this morn¬ 
ing ?” “Fourteen cents a pound.” “Four¬ 
teen cents, eh—have you got a heart ?''— 
“No, I just sold it.” “ Well, I know’d you 
couldn’t have a heart, and ax fourteen cents 
for beef.” 
“ Go it, old fellow,” said two idle scapo- 
graces to an honest laborer at work—“work 
away while wo play—sow and we’ll reap.” 
“ Vory likely, my lads,” replied the old man 
coolly, “ I’m sowing homp.” 
“Daddy, I want to ask you a question.” 
“Well, what is it, my son?” “Why is 
neighbor Smith’s liquor shop liko a counter¬ 
feit dollar ?” “ I can’t tell, my son.” “Be¬ 
cause you can’t pass it,” said tho boy. 
A boy said to an outsider who was making 
a great ado during some impressive moi-- 
tuary ceremonies, “ What aro you crying 
about—it’s nono of your funeral.” 
Simms says if it wasn’t for tho holo in tho 
hoop you couldn’t put it on tho barrel, and 
then the barrel would burst. 
It is said that tho “pillars” of liberty 
are stuffed with tho feathors of tho Ameri- 
ican eaglo. 
An actor has boon arrested out West for 
murdering Hamlet. 
“ Attemptthe end,and never stand to doubt; 
Nothing’s so hard, but search will find it out.’ 
At the suggestion of several correspondents we 
commence a new series of Illustrated Rebuses, to 
be continued as long as the subject shall prove 
acceptable and interesting. We shall give some 
queer conceits, and herd puzzles, in this line du¬ 
ring the winter, and invite those interested to con¬ 
tribute any thing new or particularly “crotchical.” 
ILLUSTRATED REBUS.-—Ho. I. 
TE 
The author of the above Rebus authorizes us to 
send the Rural for 1854 free to the person (re¬ 
siding out of this city,) sending the first correct 
answer previous to the publication of the solution. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 20 letters. 
My 1, 19, 13, 18, 11, 15, 18 is the name of a 
country. 
My 10, 5, 16, 19, 11 is a weapon. 
My 2, 6, 8, 1 is the Dame of a Greek letter. 
My 5, 9, 18,14 is what often begins a question. 
My 4, 1, 7, 18, 9 is the name of a lady. 
My 13, 16, 7, 17, 10 are unpleasant things to 
have when you wish to dance. 
My 3,15,13 is the appellation of a distinguish¬ 
ed dark personage. 
My 6, 1, 8, 10 are good for horses. 
My 20,18, 7, 17 is what old ladies know much 
about. 
My 12,17,3 is what a weary traveler hails with 
delight. 
My 10, 2, 17 is a legacy left us by Adam. 
My 9, 1, 7, 14 is the name of an animal. 
My 10, 16, 3, 17, 20 is an appellation of affec¬ 
tion. 
My 5, 12, 11, 6, 5 is an afflicted female. 
My whole is a very useful book for students. 
White Plains, N. Y., 1853. Tiffin. 
K5U Answer next week. 
ANSWER TO ENIGMA, &c., IN NO. 49. 
Answer to Charade— Pad-lock. 
Answer to Mathematical Question—-At the first 
division A had SO, B had 96. At the second A 
had 104, B 72. At the third A had 64, B 112. 
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